I Heard the Owl Call My Name

I Heard the Owl Call My NameDid you ever read “I Heard the Owl Call My Name“? When I was in high school it was one of those “required” readings alongside “Jonathan Livingston Seagull.” The book is one of those meaning of life stories that work when you’re at a certain age.

Which is all much ado about nothing. When I was walking Snickers the Wonder Dog this morning an owl was doing its hoot-hoot very loudly. Volia! The book title. Funny how that works.

Posted on November 2, 2007
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  • Go Ask Alice...when she's 10 feet tall. Yeah, man, it's cool.
  • I remember reading Go Ask Alice in school.
  • I had to read The Scarlet Letter. I loved to read, but being assigned a book to read turned it into a chore.

    I once awakened to find a Great Horned Owl sitting on top of a wishing well in my front yard, and I've fallen asleep many times to the sound of owls calling to one another in the woods. It's a haunting sound on a cold, dark, quiet night.
  • Pax, JLS was required reading for guys our age. Ah, the existential angst.
  • I never read this book, but I did read JLS. Didn't everyone back in the day?
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